Dried oak leaves play tag across the newly greening lawn. This is a different kind of coffee shop…set along the small lake that edges a nature center not far from my house.
Geese call from the south shore. Pre-school boys try to mimic the honks.
I sip my icy root beer and watch the carbonated foam capture the sunlight as the soda bubbles out the bottle’s top.
I sit on the terrace and watch springtime emerge.